Earlier tonight I went out. I went out hard. I drank a lot of whiskey. I wish I could say I didn't enjoy it, that I felt sick to my stomach, couldn't even look at myself in the mirror afterward, but I can't say that because it was perfect. And that kind of perfection doesn't make me feel weak; it makes me feel strong. I looked at myself in the mirror and I finally recognized that person I once knew so well - that person who went out all the time, sometimes just for fun. And now that I've seen that person again, I don't know if I could ever go back.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8005 | 2021-08-26 19:33:49 | 89.10 | 97% |
| 5573 | 2020-07-10 18:02:45 | 79.27 | 96% |
| 4472 | 2020-05-22 20:59:23 | 83.39 | 96% |
| 129 | 2020-03-20 21:58:33 | 64.72 | 96% |